一鸡叫头遍,青苗就起床了。别在胸口的花,是白绸做的,花瓣已经揉皱。她已经是第七日这样静静地坐在乡下的河堤边了。坡上的黄蝶花,沟里的野百合、山上的映山红……都卯足了劲往外挤。她看不见这些。眼前的蝴蝶,有的平飞,有的时高时低,有的互相追逐。青苗只是静静地看,看它们从哪里起飞,飞到哪里落下, A chicken called the first time, young plants to get up. Do not flower in the chest, made of white silk, petals have been crumpled. She was on the seventh day sitting quietly by the country embankment. Butterflies on the slope of the flower, ditch wild lilies, azaleas on the hill ... ... are muscular enough to squeeze out. She can not see these. In front of the butterfly, some fly, and sometimes high and low, and some chase each other. Young plants just quietly watching to see where they take off, where to fly down,